The Call of Pripyat (A forum RP)

[Jokey365]

"Directions?  Where?"

"Any idea where the bullstuff everyone is chatting about may be? I heard 'center' but that's about all I got."

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[blazerblock2]

"Nah, I'm sorry. I'm just going to give it to Sid."

The man, without warning, pulls a pistol on you, "Drop it, handicap!" he said.

"Any idea where the bullstuff everyone is chatting about may be? I heard 'center' but that's about all I got."

"What, you mean the area around Pripyat?  That's north of here.  Take the road into the Garbage and follow it."

[Jokey365]

"What, you mean the area around Pripyat?  That's north of here.  Take the road into the Garbage and follow it."

"Probably it. I'll be off, then." I answer without a moment more spent discussing anything. "North, North, North... garbage... more North... I probably won't die on the way there..." I mutter, exiting Sid's abode.

[Kochieboy]

"Alright seedies!  This is your first major assignment!  Your mission is to track down and eliminate this Monolith squad!  Any information you find on their corpses bring it back to me!  Seize their weapons and ammunition as well!" the man shouts.  He then waits for a response from everyone, most everyone in line shouts, "Yes sir!"

After our shout off, I head off to my tent to grab some things to prepare for a hunt of a lifetime.

[blazerblock2]

continue, you don't need me for that kind of stuff

[Mikoyan]

I'll be back from Italy on the 10th and I'll have time to put thought into this. Sorry guys.

[Jokey365]

After marching my sorry ass up the road and stopping to relieve myself onto some rocks, I come across what might be a suitable fortification if I end up being forced back down the road by gunfire. Walls with decent height on both sides of the road. Here's hoping I'd never end up using them. I tap at one of the walls with my foot, a noticeable amount of dust falling off with each kick. "Meh, seems bulletproof enough." I utter before moving on, hands in pockets.

[blazerblock2]

After marching my sorry ass up the road and stopping to relieve myself onto some rocks, I come across what might be a suitable fortification if I end up being forced back down the road by gunfire. Walls with decent height on both sides of the road. Here's hoping I'd never end up using them. I tap at one of the walls with my foot, a noticeable amount of dust falling off with each kick. "Meh, seems bulletproof enough." I utter before moving on, hands in pockets.

As you walk you happen upon the pair of stalkers in the middle of an altercation.  One of them carries a silver metal case, and the other points a gun at him.

[Jokey365]

"BAH, you forgetin' bitch!" I hiss under my breath as I throw myself behind a mound of dirt. Walls are too far back to retreat to at the moment. I begin to pull my machete out of it's sheath as I peer over the incredibly small mound of dirt I decided to hide behind. "Don't make me make a moral choice... Please." I whisper to myself.

[blazerblock2]

Waiting on Mr. Hurricane.

[Mr. Hurricane]

Waiting on Mr. Hurricane.

Sorry.

I put my hand on the Makarov that is holstered on my left hip. I don't think he can see from this angle. Being left handed has it's advantages.

I put the case on the ground at my feet.

[blazerblock2]

I put my hand on the Makarov that is holstered on my left hip. I don't think he can see from this angle. Being left handed has it's advantages.

I put the case on the ground at my feet.

"Alright, good, good, now both hands in the air.  Kick the case to me."

[Mr. Hurricane]

I put my hands in the air, about shoulder level, slightly above. I kick the case, onto its side, handle facing me. I kick it again, not too hard. It only moves about a foot. How am I going to explain to Sid that I had to shoot a guy to get a case for him?

[blazerblock2]

The man bent down to retrieve the case, foolishly . . .

[Mr. Hurricane]

The man walks up slowly, he reaches for the handle on the opposite side of the case, before looking down for a second. I draw on him, and he looks up at me, but doesn't raise his gun back up. He flinches and I fire a round at his right shoulder, hoping it will connect and he'll drop the gun.